Lieutenant Hank Donaghue put away his notebook and looked at his watch, surprised to see that it was nearly noon. He rubbed his neck, trying to relieve the stiffness and cramping he felt from having kept his eyes on the ground for much of the morning.Their crime scene was on a bike path in Granger Park, a district in northwest Glendale that was home to the wealthiest stratum of the city’s population. A protected green space, it featured well-trimmed stretches of grass, an abundance of trees, and decorative shrubbery. It was a pretty spot.The sky, he noticed as he moved his head around to loosen his neck muscles, was clear and blue. The sun was almost directly overhead, baking the air to the ninety-degree Fahrenheit temperature predicted to continue pounding Maryland for at least the next week. His shirt was damp beneath his suit jacket, and his mouth was a little dry.He walked over to Captain Martinez, who was flipping through the pages of her notebook.“I don’t mind talking to them, Ann.”Martinez shook her head. “I’ve got this. Then we need to talk. Things are happening.”They walked together to the yellow tape at the edge of the crime scene. Hank gestured to a uniformed officer, who moved the small crowd of reporters back a few yards. He and Martinez ducked under the tape and stood before the small circle of microphones, cameras, and notepads.“The deceased is a male in his late sixties,” Martinez said without preamble in a high, clear voice. “He was shot once in the head. Evidence indicates he was riding on the bike path when he stopped, possibly to speak to the person who shot him. His bicycle was found upright on its kickstand a few yards away from the body. Robbery may have been a motive. The victim’s wallet was found farther down the path under a bush with no cash or credit cards in it. The identity of the victim is being withheld pending notification of next of kin.”“Who found the body?” someone asked.“The victim was found by a man who was taking photographs in the park and heard the shot in the distance.”“What’s his name?”“Is he a suspect?”“Did he shoot the victim?”“What’s he saying? Did he see who did it?”Martinez held up her hand. “Just a minute, take it easy. At this time he’s being treated as a witness. We’re still in the process of interviewing him and we’ll let you know as soon as possible whatever we can. That’s all for now.”